The Lock Keeper's Daughter by Bob Thomas and Huw Pudner Huw Pudner and Bob Thomas singing ‘The Lock Keepers Daughter’ at Pontardawe Valley Folk Club - 16th February 2018 I remember the barge on the old Neath Canal Where we hauled coal for a living Through the Lamb and Flag Lock To the Giants Grave Dock When the winters were unforgiving From Resolven to Neath We'd float down the vale South past the ponds of the Melyn Old Ned would pull slow We were heavy and low And the Irish women were yellin' Chorus We'd fill up the barge With the coal from the yard She'd weigh down low in the water But in sunshine or cold I would make bold And I'd kiss the lock keeper's daughter And it was on to the dock By the Giant's Grave wharf Where the coal was piled high on the quay A coal ship on the tide At anchor would ride And sail off down to the sea Chorus She was fiery and free Just right for me Her father would not have consented But we tumbled and played In the sweet month of May By December he had relented I made her my wife We lived a good life Had children to the number of three Two girls and a boy All our pride and joy The lock keeper’s daughter and me Chorus x 2
The Lock Keeper's Daughter by Bob Thomas and Huw Pudner Huw Pudner and Bob Thomas singing ‘The Lock Keepers Daughter’ at Pontardawe Valley Folk Club - 16th February 2018 I remember the barge on the old Neath Canal Where we hauled coal for a living Through the Lamb and Flag Lock To the Giants Grave Dock When the winters were unforgiving From Resolven to Neath We'd float down the vale South past the ponds of the Melyn Old Ned would pull slow We were heavy and low And the Irish women were yellin' Chorus We'd fill up the barge With the coal from the yard She'd weigh down low in the water But in sunshine or cold I would make bold And I'd kiss the lock keeper's daughter And it was on to the dock By the Giant's Grave wharf Where the coal was piled high on the quay A coal ship on the tide At anchor would ride And sail off down to the sea Chorus She was fiery and free Just right for me Her father would not have consented But we tumbled and played In the sweet month of May By December he had relented I made her my wife We lived a good life Had children to the number of three Two girls and a boy All our pride and joy The lock keeper’s daughter and me Chorus x 2